Lyrics:
Pokey
Here come Pokey
He got his hands up to the sky
With a pimp look in his eye
Here come Pokey
Here come Pokey
Here come Pokey
Here come Pokey
Ain't no
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
whack-fal-doll-dee-rah
Kildorrery to Qatar
Long nights in pokey places
Where The Fógues are
There’s manic scenes, they’re like sardines inside there
No room to swing a cat
to the boys in blue
Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you
Fellas in the alley all
you sing to the boys in blue?
Oh, you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you"
Fellows
Don't you sing to the boys in blue
Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you
Fellas
ain't ryin' to get no funds
Doin' this shit 'til I die
I'm rollin' and smokin' on drugs
Rollin' up, chokin' up on the kush smoke
Whip sick, big
[Big Pokey]
You're trippin' me out, sho' nuff
When you stroll up, you make niggas fold up
Hold up, I been peepin' your ways
Plus the pedal
about, pokey (Pokey)
Yeah
Less of the talk better show me
When I win they never toast me (No)
Get in the show with no fee (No fee)
Don't talk bout
drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
funny it ain’t cool don’t give me dap
Leave ‘em hanging like he bound by a bungee we ain’t friends
All my real ones all been down like my budget, no
and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they
drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
woke me
Sleeping like a grizzly its only right that you don't poke me
Cause I'ma sic em like Baylor Bear no joking
Piped up like sensei call me Big Pokey
Yeah they told me show emotion I said fuck it I'm alright
Yeah I'm chilling with that clip hanging right by my side
Incase a bitch trynna touch me
did
And unfortunately still do
Like you said a big mood
I walked away with no emotion
Just to turn the corner
Into a lonely explosion
By myself
Inside
right foot out
These niggas Hokey Pokey
Niggas don't want commotion
Nigga if it's smoke come roll it
Nigga you ainn on it on it
These niggas Hokey Pokey
and press
Call smith from the west to ash you if you disrespect
Tell ash to catch em all and put em in his pokey deck
Transmutations lane changes
Big Benzes
I chug just way too much and now I'm seeing double
Yeah I'm kinda trapped in here I cannot pop this bubble
Ain't no way I'm staying here
Fuck up out
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
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